Ruth Amaya

The irony of time
The reason why we have days
Weeks, months and years
And not endless time,
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Guided by the debris
Of past cyclones and storms
Following a trail of trash
Tangled in the thread of lies;
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When the conclusion breaks an illusion
Of the life that was meant to be but it was no longer

When you wake up from the dream that somewhere
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Dew drops beneath the uncover sky
Times rushes in to define the night
With phrases once said
The words on the monitor quickly filled the screen
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Mi pensamiento acaricia mi espacio
Y mi meditacion ilumina mi espiritu
Comtemplando la llama que arde muy dentro
El voltage muy alto, y fuerte distubando
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Es encontrar el sabor en lo mas profundo
del oseano, respirar con pacion y delirio,
cada puesta de sol or encontrar tesoros
ala orilla de un rio
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She believed everything happen for a reason
And yet, this happened without a reason
The naïve, innocent soul wounded by the traitor she once binded trusted with her live.
She believed the source of his words were from his gently heart
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At the break of dawn
Happiness knocked
At the door of joy,
As the sun rises up the horizons
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